Zara POV

The near-miss with that car rattled me, but the drive back to the office is uneventful.

"Eleven percent profit margin. How did you do it?" Julia flips through the contract on my desk, eyes bright with excitement. She looks up at me sincerely. "I'm starting to respect you."

"Give them what they want," I say, leaning back in my chair with a smile. I wink at her. "After all, I'm very good at using tricks, aren't I?"

"Oh... oh... Zara, I was too rash earlier."

Julia seems to remember her ...